For Who I Am

For who I was,

I was not loved.

For who I was,

I was hated.

I was picked on,

because I was me.


I would cry

due to the sorrow.

No one cared

for my fare.


I was blamed

for my own torment.


Who am I,

for you to hate.

Who am I,

but a girl

that blames herself

for i am not perfect.


No more...

I am that girl that hurt herself.

I am that girl that lived through judgemets.

I am that girl who used to cry to sleep.


But no more.

I am the girl who grew to be independent.

I am the girl that stayed strong.

I am the girl that loved herself with or without flaws.


I am that girl.

I am the girl.

I am me.




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